Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

but.

Zhang Mu ultimately did not choose to set off for Luodu that very night.

Instead, he told Zhang Ning not to rush.

She was told to go back inside and rest well before daybreak, and then set off again when it was light.

As for himself...

He casually found a secluded spot in a small mountain village, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

He has reached a level of attainment like his.

Sleep is no longer a necessity.

more.

It's like a physiological habit.

If Zhang Muruo is willing...

Without experiencing intense physical and mental battles and exhaustion, he could even go months without sleep.

Zhang Ning couldn't persuade Zhang Mu otherwise.

Before resting, she personally brought a blanket and covered Zhang Mu with it before returning to her room.

The night was deep and quiet, and the moonlight bathed the ground.

While meditating with his eyes closed, Zhang Mu looked inward at his chest cavity and saw his natal divine weapon, the black battle halberd, frolicking wildly around the Daoist talismans.

I shook my head at the sight.

The changes and spiritual enhancement that have occurred to this natal divine weapon...

It's almost to the point that he, as the master, can't see through it anymore.

It doesn't resemble a weapon at all; it's more like a husky among dogs.

"Zhang Mu, you shouldn't have agreed to take the Holy Maiden to Luodu."

"The Heavenly Emperor is in Luoyang, which is a matter of great importance."

"You and the Holy Maiden suddenly went there..."

"It would cause unnecessary changes to the plans of Heaven."

A voice sounded from behind Zhang Mu.

in the dark.

Chu Feiyan, dressed in black with thick eyebrows and large eyes, silently emerged from the darkness and stood beside Zhang Mu.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhang Mu's eyes remained closed.

next moment.

He chuckled softly, "Feiyan, don't think that just because you've entered the Martial Realm, you can rely on her to point fingers at Mu."

"Those who haven't reached the Martial Phase Realm are all just ants."

"But once you enter the Martial Phase Realm..."

You should know this.

"There are also differences."

Under the angry gaze of Chu Feiyan, who was dressed in black.

Zhang Mu raised his right arm, first pinching his right thumb and forefinger together, then slowly opening them.

He made a gesture that excited all Koreans in his previous life.

"Here, it's this big."

"Bigger than you can imagine."

Chu Feiyan was amused by Zhang Mu's actions.

"Zhang Gongzhi, you're still as arrogant and conceited as ever!"

"Swallow".

"not understand……"

"What is so good about you? Why would the heavens favor someone like you so much? And why would the Holy Maiden fall in love with someone like you?"

Chu Feiyan disliked Zhang Ning.

but.

He, however, could not stand the unusual favoritism and high regard that General Tiangong showed towards Zhang Mu.

He often followed Zhang Jiao, and even though Zhang Mu never appeared in front of Zhang Jiao, he heard Zhang Jiao praise Zhang Mu more than once.

That kind of praise...

It's like when your own child isn't good enough, and you're talking about someone else's child.

Chu Feiyan originally thought that after she broke through to the Martial Prime Realm, she would also receive it from General Tiangong.

However, the truth is...

In the eyes of the Heavenly General, he, who had always been by his side, could never compare to Zhang Mu, an outsider with whom he had only spent a short time a few years ago.

How could the proud and arrogant Chu Feiyan not feel jealous and resentful?

"not understand?!"

Sensing Chu Feiyan's sudden agitation, Zhang Mu abruptly opened his eyes.

In an instant.

A glint of light flashed across his eyes, illuminating what lay ahead.

"Ugh!"

"It seems you'll only understand after we do it again tonight."

Zhang Mu finished speaking.

Instantly, from a pavilion in the Wengong Cave Heaven in his mind, the figure of a sage emerged.

Under the influence of the literary aura emanating from Zhang Mu...

The image of a sage, holding a book, appeared before Zhang Mu and Chu Feiyan.

"Mu's martial arts blood energy is now so powerful that it cannot be easily disturbed."

"So be it."

"Let this sage's shadow, summoned by Mu Yiwen, play with you."

"If you can't even beat him..."

"In the future, I should refrain from saying anything I don't understand in front of Mu. I should focus on honing my martial arts skills."

"after all."

"The enemies your Yellow Turban Cult will face in the future will be dozens of times stronger than you are now."

Chu Feiyan glanced at Zhang Mu, and her blood and qi suddenly surged, her figure soaring straight into the sky.

This is not a place for fighting.

He wanted to find a secluded spot to directly destroy the sage's shadow form that Zhang Mu had created with his literary and spiritual energy.

Looking in the direction Chu Feiyan left...

Zhang Mu chuckled as he looked at the sage-like figure manifested by the scholar's aura and said, "This Chu Feiyan seems to be skilled with guns."

"in this way."

"You might as well fight back with a gun."

"Make him admit defeat wholeheartedly, so he won't think he's arrogant just because he's entered the Martial Realm."

Zhang Mu's gaze deliberately swept over the book held by the sage's figure, which bore four characters that he was all too familiar with.

The sage's figure nodded slightly.

As the embodiment of Wendao, carrying a trace of Zhang Mu's will and thoughts.

In fact, he could understand Zhang Mu's meaning without Zhang Mu saying a word.

It was less that Zhang Mu was speaking to him...

Rather, it's more accurate to say...

It was said for others to hear.

The sage's shadowy figure glanced into the darkness, then soared into the air, chasing after the direction Chu Feiyan had left in.

Just as the sage's shadow left, footsteps sounded.

A short while later.

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a water and fire robe, holding a whisk, with graying temples, appeared before Zhang Mu.

"General Zhang!"

"Are you so certain that you can defeat Fei Yan with just your avatar as a sage of literature and philosophy?"

Zhang Mu recognized the Taoist priest who had arrived.

Zhang Jiaozhu's younger brother.

General Zhang Bao, the Earth God.

"Oh? Could it be that General Di Gong thinks Mu is incapable of doing it?"

"In that case..."

"How about we make a bet?"

Zhang Bao addressed Zhang Mu as "Governor," and Zhang Mu reciprocated by addressing him by his title of "Lord of the Land."

In terms of attitude.

Zhang Mu treated Zhang Bao with the same tenderness he showed Zhang Ning, and with the same familiarity he displayed when mentioning Zhang Jiao; it was as if they were merely acquaintances without any deep friendship.

General Zhang Bao didn't notice Zhang Mu's cold attitude.

It was just that his elder brother Zhang Jiao thought highly of Zhang Mu and wanted to befriend this young man; he didn't have much interest in this person.

However, he still became interested in Zhang Mu's gambling theory.

"What are we betting on?"

Zhang Bao asked.

"Let's bet on whether Chu Feiyan or Mu will win."

"If the sage's image that Mu Ju manifests manages to win by chance, hehe, Mu heard Ning'er once say that you, General Earth God, possess the Taoist supernatural power of turning beans into soldiers."

"You only need to teach this supernatural power to the shepherd."

"But what if you lose, General Zhang?" Zhang Bao asked first.

"When your Yellow Turban Rebellion breaks out in the future, if you, General Digong, simply ask, Mu Ke will secretly help you eliminate an enemy general at the Martial Aspect Realm or Grandmaster Realm."

Although he said that, Zhang Mu did not believe he would lose at all.

Even if we lose...

When it came to choosing someone to eliminate the enemy general, Zhang Mu pictured a burly, robust figure.

If Prime Minister Dong loses this bet...

Feel sorry!

I'm afraid I'll have to make do with this.

"good!"

"It's a deal!!!"

General Zhang Bao readily agreed, acting as quickly as possible for fear that Zhang Mu might change his mind.

In the distance, on the horizon, in a desolate place.

Chu Feiyan stopped.

Gazing at the sage's figure that had followed him...

Suddenly, a meteorite iron spear appeared in his hand, pointing at the sage's shadow.

"Let me see what you, Zhang Mu, are capable of."

Faced with Chu Feiyan's provocation.

The sage's figure, whose face was indistinct, turned his gaze to the book in his hands.

A vast and profound literary aura emerged, focusing on his hands.

As the sage's shadow touched the book...

In an instant.

The book he was holding slowly opened, its pages turning on their own without any wind.

In a short while.

The sage's figure spoke softly, and a line of powerful characters appeared in the void.

"A crimson light enveloped the flying dragon—!"

A single line of poetry fell.

The world suddenly changed dramatically.

Before Chu Feiyan could react...

The book's literary energy surged and rose into the sky, condensing above him into a blazing, crimson sun.

next moment.

A beam of crimson light descended from the dome, transforming into a sealed, blood-red barrier that enveloped him.

then.

Within the barrier, the airflow stagnated, and a bloodthirsty aura arose.

It's like a prison between heaven and earth.

"Hmph, such methods won't work on me!"

Chu Feiyan didn't take it seriously.

But before the words had even finished...

His eyes suddenly widened.

Within the cage where he stood, a blurry, towering, silver-white figure slowly emerged from the crimson shackles.

A tall and straight figure!

Extremely arrogant!

Like him, he held a long spear!

Although the features of the silver-white figure were completely hidden in the red light, making them difficult to see clearly.

But that domineering, unyielding, and invincible aura.

But seeing this made Chu Feiyan's heart tremble.

Because he sensed...

This person's power was steadily increasing, almost reaching the level of his own.

"impossible!"

"How is this possible!"

At this time.

Another line of poetry came through.

"The warhorses break through the siege of Changban!"

In an instant.

The crimson imprisonment barrier trembled violently, and a thunderous neighing of warhorses suddenly echoed through the void.

The sound pierced the clouds and shattered the red miasma.

Beyond the distant barrier.

Suddenly, a magnificent white horse appeared, as if galloping out from the long river of time.

With four hooves shattering the void, they arrived in front of the silver-white general.